Unser Land in Geschichte. ses fairlyfloundering in den Schlamm. Die Treiber mit Ihren trousersrolled haben Team Team jeden otherpull aus den tiefen Schlamm zu helfen. Durch einen Umweg weevade den schlammigen Teil der Straße. Was bedeutet thatstake und Zeichen geradeaus? Gefahr! Quick - Sand! Ist das, was wir lesen, wie wir näher ziehen. Alle Joinedby die Teamsters, die wir jetzt nach unten ziehen, einen Zaun und Makea neue Straße durch die Felder. Lange bevor der Zug ofwagons wieder auf. Aber wo sind sie hin? 204 UNSER LAND IN DER GESCHICHTE bis zum Ende der Straße, wo es Hunderte ofpackhorses sein,

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Our country in story . ses are fairlyfloundering in the mire. The drivers with their trousersrolled up have joined team to team to help each otherpull out of the deep mud. By a roundabout way weevade the muddy part of the road. What does thatstake and sign straight ahead mean? Danger! quick-sand pits! is what we read as we draw nearer. Joinedby all the teamsters, we now pull down a fence and makea new road through the fields. Before long the train ofwagons is again moving on. But where are they going? 204 OUR COUNTRY IN STORY To the end of the road, where there will be hundreds ofpackhorses to carry the goods from the city to the scat-tered homes and villages of the surrounding country. We pass the slow train of wagons and soon leave it farbehind. The scenes about us are now becoming morelonely and our rugged road finally terminates altogetherat the door of a little tavern. There are no horses to behad, and we are obliged to continue our way on foot alonga plainly marked Indian trail through a dense forest.. A c0.icsto<;a wagon By and by our path becomes more indistinct and erelong we completely lose track of it. Nor can we find itagain though we search and wander about for an hour ormore. Night is fast coming on—the forest is very heavyoverhead. The boughs are so closely matted together bytwining vines as to shut out every ray of moonlight andevery cooling breeze. The darkness is becoming frightfuland we are almost suffocating from heat and want of air.But we must nevertheless spend the night in this dreadfulplace. There is no other choice. So we sit closely to-gether upon the ground and try to be brave, though wescarcely venture to speak above a whisper. The low growlof a bear near by brings us to our feet. Dread silence pre- WEST TO THE MISSISSIPPI 205 vails for a while. We are again quite at ease when thehowl of a wolf and then the cry of a panther resoundthrough the stillness of the night. But more than thesesavage beasts we fear the highway robbers. The

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